paroles de chanson Never Too Many (feat. Axoh) - Grim Ox

We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like, Hola, señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny
We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like hola señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny

I don't fear no one, so please stop acting tough like man up
I'ma be someone, yeah, I just gotta get my bands up
He got a Phantom but he don't know I got the Benz truck
Your ho so random, she only talk to me on camera
Too rich I don't mean to brag
I get these bitches so mad
She wanna Birkin in the bag
His cout too phony, won't last
Sometimes my life is so crazy, so sick and it feels like I'm going too fast
Hoping that I do not crash, ayy, leaving my woes in the past
Bottles on bottles on bottles, why my girl look like a model?
Zoom in the whip on full throttle, some of these bitches too hollow
Know they don't fuck with me yet, but when I go up, they gon' follow
I'll spend a band to reset, getting that cash like I'm Pablo
I get the green, bitch like the fuck do you mean, yeah
She all for the team, money so tall like Yao Ming yeah
Shawty a fiend, she off the xan and the lean
We weather the storm and this one's like nothing you've seen

We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like hola señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny
We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like, Hola, señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny

I got the Gucci's, they tied to my collar, yeah, yeah
I'm smoking gelato, I don't fuck with people that aim just to follow, yeah
I gotta live by the motto, I'm waiting for the money outside of the door
She fell in love with the guap, all I had to tell her was bring me some more
She wants to aim just to swallow
These tricks on my feet, I don't wear 'em like nice
Bring me a ring 'cause I'm balling like mine
Left to the room then I switch to the right
I mix the codeine but it's not with the Sprite
I mix the codeine but this time with the Henny
You overweight 'cause my fetti kinda heavy
She bouncing on me like a muhfucking Betty
She's salty as fuck 'cause she get kinda petty
Fuck all the bullshit, let's have the chat, pussy boy gon' put on some muscle
I never fumble the bag 'cause I'm fly like a hawk and that's why I be feeling like Russell
Make sure you're keeping the side
So I'm at the end of the gun, so you press at the muzzle
You on some dumb shit, just like a kid tryna fit every piece of the puzzle

Bad bitch like Madelyn Cline
YSL and it drip with the slime
Ice cold, got me feeling divine
AP but it's not for the time (Not for the time, not for the time)
In the club, gon' catch a few vibes
In the house, going out of my mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like hola señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny
We gonna weather the storm, at the spot full out Christian Dior
I swear that you don't want war, getting pesos I'm like, Hola, señor
Can't get enough of these Benji's, count 'em up, but it's never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenn